This was my mother's last day in Jerusalem. We celebrated it by going to the ancient city of Jericho, in the Jordan valley. Here, it was nice and warm, a welcome improvement to the cold and wet Jerusalem weather.

 

A long walk to the west took us to a cable car and a lofty ride up to a Greek monastery hanging on the cliffs. There is also a restaurant nearby, and there we had an Arabic lunch with a stunning view over the Jordan valley.